A Late-Night Phone Call
I gave the end of the ribbon a gentle tug, and it came undone with a soft whisper, the red cord wound around her chest unspooling and sliding free.
Her breasts sat high and full, never sagging — and at the center of each, a pink nipple stood stiff and waiting.
A perfect gift.
"How did you even come up with something like this?"
"The adult shop owner… told me… nnngh!!"
I sucked her nipple into my mouth and rolled it with my tongue, and Iseul's body arched like a drawn bow. As her back curved, her waist cinched even tighter; I stroked it up and down, then slowly slid my hand toward her underarm.
"Hah…!"
The moment my fingers brushed the soft hollow of her armpit, she gave a little shiver.
Is that an erogenous zone too?
I was curious, but that could wait for another time. Right now, I wanted to finish unwrapping my present.
I let my hand glide from her shoulder down the length of her arm and peeled the open blouse the rest of the way off. Then I pulled my mouth from the breast I'd been savoring and took a long look at my birthday gift.
"Haaah… haaah… nn!!"
I swept her fallen hair back, licked along the elegant line of her throat, and kneaded her breasts. Iseul, panting hard, ran her hands up my stomach and stripped off my T-shirt.
For a moment she simply admired my bare torso. Then her small hands settled on my chest and slid downward, tickling as they went.
"Mm… mmm…"
Returning the favor, she sucked my nipple the way I had hers, and with both hands she tugged my pants and underwear down. Her lips and tongue followed, descending.
"Ahh…"
Iseul took my cock — swollen to the point of bursting — into her mouth. She slipped off the sofa, dropped to her knees on the floor, and finished peeling the pants and underwear still tangled around my legs.
"Master… sit down…"
We switched places. I sank onto the sofa, and Iseul knelt between my spread thighs, sucking me with devoted care. I leaned back against the cushions and gave myself over entirely to the sensation.
"Ah… ahh…"
"Slurp… mmph… slurp… mm!!"
"I-Iseul! Not that far— ahh!!"
"Hnnngh…"
She wrapped a hand around my cock, slick with spit, and stroked while she began licking the balls hanging below. A long sweep of her tongue upward; a gentle roll inside her mouth; then that same extended tongue gliding from my balls all the way to the head before she swallowed me whole in one go.
"Sluuurp…!!"
"Ahh…! Why are you so… good at this…? Fuck…!!"
"The owner… gave me a video… mmph…!!"
Whoever that person was, I owed them a serious thank-you. Next time I'd stop by and buy half the store.
Being serviced like this felt incredible — but I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to drive myself into that tight, wet, scorching heat of Iseul's pussy without restraint.
"Hah…! Hah…!"
"Where are you going?"
"The rest of your present… I'll give you in the bedroom…"
"……"
Iseul rose and walked into the master bedroom. I trailed after her like a duckling. By the bed she stepped out of her skirt, climbed onto the mattress first, then lay back and looked up at me with those bewitching eyes.
"This is the last gift…"
"……"
As if under a spell, I climbed onto the bed.
Red cord wound around her thighs and hips in place of panties, and right there — tied in a neat little bow identical to the one on her chest — was another red ribbon.
"I'm unwrapping it."
"Yes…"
I pulled the ribbon. It came free with a soft whisper, and Iseul was revealed.
A bare, snow-white pussy, not a single hair left on it. The lips pressed tightly together, gleaming with the wetness that had already leaked out — that was the final gift.
"Slurp! Mmph! Mmph!!"
"Hnnnngh!!!!"
The instant I put my mouth on her, her waist buckled and her hips lifted off the bed. I locked both arms around her thighs — still bound in red cord — pinned those raised hips in place, and sucked her like a man possessed.
"Hah!! Nngh!! Hnn!!"
I worked her open completely while she twisted and moaned, then finally released her thighs.
Her hips dropped back onto the mattress. A thin trail of wetness slid from her pussy and ran down into the cleft of her ass.
"I'm putting it in."
"Yes… Master's present… take as much as you want… ahhnn!!"
"Does it still hurt?"
"O-only a little… when you first push in… hnn…!! Nngh…!! Hah!! Hh!!"
Her moans grew more lewd by the second as her tight pussy adjusted to the cock thrusting into it.
"Haang! Aang! Ahhnn!! Hnn! Nngh!!"
"Hah…! Hah…!"
I groped her swaying breasts, crushed my mouth over her moaning lips, and kept rolling my hips. I could feel it — Iseul's pussy was wetter today than usual, gripping me tighter than usual.
"Master…! Before you come… you have to tell me…! Hnnngh!!"
What else has she prepared?
I couldn't see anything more. Didn't matter. Right now I couldn't think at all. All I could do was become an animal and keep driving my hips.
Slap— slap— slap— slap—
How long did I keep pounding into her? The urge to come began to swell.
"Iseul, I'm gonna come…!"
"N-no…! Master…!!"
She reached for me. I leaned in, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered against my ear.
"Let me get on top…"
"……"
I nodded, pulled her close, rolled onto my side, and flipped us over. With my cock still buried inside her, Iseul ended up straddling me. The moment I released her, she pushed herself upright, planting her weight on my lower stomach.
Hands gathered at her belly, arms narrowing as they descended, breasts trapped between them. In that position she began rocking her hips forward and back in an awkward, unnatural rhythm.
"Nngh…!! Hh!! Nnnngh…!!!!"
I had no idea why she insisted on doing it this way — but the view alone was worth everything. Those breasts bouncing, trapped between her arms; that face, prettier still with makeup on; that slim waist and smooth legs; and above all, that obscenely filthy expression.
"M-Master…! Come for me, hurry…!! P-please…! Hurry…!! I-I-I— hnnnnngh!!!!!!"
Iseul's body arched like a bow. Water poured out of her as if someone had opened a faucet, soaking my lower half, and her pussy clamped down in a frantic demand for my cum right that second.
She'd built the whole thing up like she had something special planned… and then she'd finished alone?
"I-I'm so sorryyy…"
"You don't have to be sorry."
"Huh…? Hh!!!! M-Masteeeeer!!!!! Hnnnnngh!!!!!"
I seized her hips and slammed upward in a wild, relentless rhythm, driving staccato moans out of her. And then I poured every drop of cum into Iseul's pussy — no, into her womb.
Her voice came out thin and spent.
"H-happy… birthdayyyy…"
She'd wanted to make me come with her own strength. She'd wanted to look me in the eye and say it properly.
"Haaaah…!! Haaaah…!!!"
"Do it right next year."
"Yeees…… nngh…!"
Completely undone, Iseul collapsed on top of me. I held her tight.
We didn't bother washing up. We just lay in bed, sharing each other's body heat.
I brushed the hair from her face. Iseul smiled and tidied my hair with her fingertips in return.
"Oh, right."
"Yes?"
"That adult shop owner."
"Ah… yes…"
"Does he know your face?"
"N-no… I went in wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a hat, so he wouldn't recognize me…"
"Whew… good."
"Why…?"
"If word got out that an actress was shopping there, it'd be a problem."
"An actress…?"
"Iseul."
"Yes??"
"Want to try acting?"
"M-me??"
Iseul's eyes went huge.
This whole thing had started because I'd mistaken her for someone going to auditions — but the damage was already done. So I was asking. No — even if she refused, I'd ask a few more times. And if she still said no in the end, I'd respect her decision.
"Your mother was an actress too."
"How did you know that??"
"I heard. From your mother."
"Ah…"
"So what do you think?"
"A-about what…?"
"Acting. Don't you want to try it? Like your mom."
"……"
Iseul didn't answer. She neither agreed nor refused — just fidgeted with her fingers, her expression full of complicated thoughts.
Alright. I'll give her time to think this one through.
Wait.
How did Iseul even know it was my birthday? I was pretty sure I'd never told her.
"How did you know today was my birthday?"
"Huh?? Ah… well… I mean…"
"Oh — it must've popped up on KakaoTalk."
"Yes… on Talk…"
"No, that can't be it."
"Huh??"
"You've been going out to draw for the past ten days. That means you've known it was my birthday since then. How did you find out?"
"……"
Had an earthquake hit her eyes? Iseul's pupils were trembling wildly.
How the hell did she dig up my birthday to get this flustered about it?
"Iseul?"
"Yes??"
"You okay?"
"Ah… yes…. Um… Eunho oppa…"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry…"
"For what?"
"Well… I mean…. How I found out about your birthday is…."
Iseul's drawn-out words cut off mid-sentence — broken by a vibration coming through the open bedroom door.
Bzzzzzt!!! Bzzzzzt!!! Bzzzzzt!!! Bzzzzzt!!! Bzzzzzt!!!
Mine?
"Hold on."
"Okay…"
I slipped out of bed and went to the living room. Not my phone on the sofa. The kitchen, then.
I crossed over. On the countertop, Iseul's phone was buzzing hard.
"Mother? That's unexpected."
I'd figured Iseul would have saved her under something warmer. But no — just "Mother."
Does she have me saved as "Master," too?
"Iseul, it's your mother."
"Mom??"
"Here."
"Ah… thank you…"
Iseul sat up, still clutching the blanket, and took the phone. And then—
"……"
She didn't answer it. She just glanced at me, gauging my reaction.
"Aren't you going to pick up?"
"W-well… I-I'll get it… Hello…? Yes… yes…? Ah……"
Her eyes went even wider than before, her pupils shaking harder. Her hands were trembling so badly she dropped the phone.
"You okay?? What happened?"
"Y-your father…"
"What about him? He's overseas, isn't he? Did something happen to him??"
"……"
Iseul shook her head. Then she found her voice again.
"Oppa… your father…. They said he passed away…."
"…What?"
"Iseul, please make sure you tell Eunho…"
"……"
That woman's voice came through Iseul's phone.
The voice of the woman belonging to the man called my father.